Post by ADJLFanatic on Mar 19, 2008 22:10:59 GMT -5
Are you believing your eyes? An actual, pure American Dragon: Jake Long fan fic by Raffi? I couldn't believe it either. And you may never see this again. This is just a one-shot too, so that's even less of a chance. Who knows, who knows? But anyway, since you, fellow dweller of this here forum, have somehow decided to stumble across this page either because you enjoy my works (thank you for that) or were just simply fascinated by the title? I don't know, BUT whatever the reason may be about what had made you decide to check this out thing, then I might as well explain what exactly is put forth on this site and a bit of info cos I feel like being nice. :)
See, this one-shot was begun directly after Homecoming aired and meant to happen once that episode ended. But when Hong Kong Longs came into the picture, I figured that this would be some sort of dysfunctional fic, especially since this was my prediction on what would happen. After the season finale came on, I then decided to change it a little and it is fully meant to happen during the actual episode itself, as if it this had been Rose's POV instead of Jake's and, ironically, this story happens to be written in first person according to her perspective.
BUT before you think about going to the ending to check that that what I'm saying is true and how this could all be a hoax, I'd better add with the fact that this isn't one of those fan fics where the beginning happens then you happen to spot something you've never seen happen in between and then the rest of the episode plays out the same. Nope, this is a completely different twist to HKL, at least in my perspective back then. Now, was that complicated? Eh, well maybe that's why I stopped working on it last year. But let's hope this isn't as dysfunctional as it sounds. And I hope you won't get confused and leave me hate mail after reading this one-shot, then I guess let's get reading, shall we?
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“Drifting On A Memory”
One Shot
• • •
See, this one-shot was begun directly after Homecoming aired and meant to happen once that episode ended. But when Hong Kong Longs came into the picture, I figured that this would be some sort of dysfunctional fic, especially since this was my prediction on what would happen. After the season finale came on, I then decided to change it a little and it is fully meant to happen during the actual episode itself, as if it this had been Rose's POV instead of Jake's and, ironically, this story happens to be written in first person according to her perspective.
BUT before you think about going to the ending to check that that what I'm saying is true and how this could all be a hoax, I'd better add with the fact that this isn't one of those fan fics where the beginning happens then you happen to spot something you've never seen happen in between and then the rest of the episode plays out the same. Nope, this is a completely different twist to HKL, at least in my perspective back then. Now, was that complicated? Eh, well maybe that's why I stopped working on it last year. But let's hope this isn't as dysfunctional as it sounds. And I hope you won't get confused and leave me hate mail after reading this one-shot, then I guess let's get reading, shall we?
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“Drifting On A Memory”
One Shot
• • •
It is Monday morning, and as usual, I take it to the best of my ability to completely tune out my Geometry class. My teacher stands stiffly as her droning voice begins to babble on endlessly of a new lesson. I vaguely remember the word ‘dilations’ release from her scratchy throat and my mind is offset from reality along with the rest of the students around me.
I found it a bit unusual for myself doing this newfound action, though I’ve always let myself adjust into not giving a care about my studies. Oddly, I still did strangely well in my classes.
Lately, though, I’ve had the strangest sort of imaginations that have bothered me constantly. I would think of my mind revolving around flashbacks and past events, but no, not quite. These visions are completely unfamiliar, and I haven’t a clue why random imaginations have come to being in my thoughts, unless I were to somehow scientifically bear two different brains.
Every time I close my eyes and drift to a deep slumber, the figure of him immediately appears in my head. For the first few nights, and of course occasional daydreams in specific classes, I’ve always tried to shrug it off by simply ignoring the boy that haunted my head, but the more he came, the less I tried to deny that something was amiss. In every doze, he was my constant companion, and I hadn’t been sure why.
Never in my years have I ever remembered such a teenager with that appearance. Somehow, though, in the back of my mind, I feel that I bear a sort of importance in his life as does in mine. Each of my illusions never contained nightmares slightest, but instead, they had been heartwarming recollections, only I had, sadly, not remembered the slightest detail of them.
His name had also become redundant, and it even stuck every time his figure arose into my thoughts, although I clearly knew nothing about him, if ever the two of us even met to begin with. Though it loops in my head like an annoying, new hit single that had been in the top of the charts for weeks and counting, I still simply prefer to call the figure “him,” or just “that boy.” I’m sure he would find it disrespectful if he had ever found out, though.
My attention is then focused on a conjuring retrospect that quickly changes from a mix of random colors then fading into a scene, as if I had been watching a movie in my mind. I see myself as a thirteen-year-old, walking across one end of the sidewalk, and then he entered the scene. He had been on a skateboard, carelessly looking forth one direction, then continuing on, which had eventually caused the two of us to run into one another.
I take this as what should’ve been, or was, our first meeting. We slowly introduce ourselves, and I see the blinded look in his eyes that sustained until another boy comes forward in our direction, mocking his self-being then simply walking off. I see him try to make a move on me, and as I, myself, would do as a first reaction, cringed in fright of a possible stalker and, even, scoffed.
I then end up watching a sort of montage after the previous divination vanishes, where both of us seem to end up running into one another in the most awkward times. I felt a smile shape in my face, as it then comes into a set of romantic events. The scene had been set at a time in late winter, and I could see several images where he and I would be there.
Occasionally, the other bizarre boy, who had clearly appeared to be infatuated with me, always found the most perfect moments to steal me away from him, which had made me frown. The anger inside of me disintegrates shortly, as my eyes catch a glimpse of the two of us once again in a different and fast-moving image, where both of us almost kiss until a strange beeping device interrupts our moment and I dash off into the distant, leaving the boy with a disappointed outlook and a slightly saddened heart.
My head stops for a moment, and I can’t help but think: had I been his girlfriend? I wasn’t sure how to feel about that by then. From what I’ve seen, he seemed to be the kind who would meet my standards. But from just watching what could possibly just be a hallucination would never let me relive those moments, and especially having him appear.
“Rose,” my teacher’s firm, prison warden-like voice rudely interrupts my thinking. My eyes barely fixate on her as she opens her mouth yet again to speak, “Do you know the answer?”
“Um, I think it’s... one fourth?” My mind clearly unfocused as the sentence pours out like a broken, flooding fountain.
“Close, but not quite,” I hear her say in a stern manner, “Anyone else?”
I could then hear myself softly groan in protest as my eyes roll in a clockwise direction and I return to more important manners of my own. As my eyes flutter shut, I then continue to wonder even more about him, hoping that no other intrusions would come my way. I could only hope as I continue to survey the next upcoming series of flashbacks. This time, an unexpected turn of events appears in my eyes.
It is then I see a blonde masked ninja and a blood red dragon coldly standing opposite directions in their respective battle stances, giving off fierce stares in hopes of self-triumph gaining upon one another. I softly question to myself who they happen to me. But as the sounds of voices came from both of them, I couldn’t believe my ears; was that really me and him?
I did not understand this at all this time. How could such two extremely close, star-crossed lovers end up being each other’s worst enemies? As a panicked gasp nearly escapes from my mouth, I then realize the answer in the same, dark atmosphere where a happier moment had been previously shown and occurred.
The dragon had just removed the girl’s mask, a shocked look on his face. She is merely confused, and simply escapes from the icicles that shackled her wrists and ankles. Her hand is then shot into his face. The battle engages, picking up where it had last left off, and she later retreats eventually, leaving the same boy to be reconciled by his close friends.
“Like it? It’s the mark of the Huntsclan!”
The earlier sentence echoes in my mind; who is the Huntsclan, and why did I happen to sound so proud of a group that I could predict that did such horrible tasks? My mood immediately alters from happiness to a mix of everything else I couldn’t imagine: anger, sadness, confusion, and everything negative in between. I think to myself of how terrible it must have been for him to know while I hadn’t.
I then expect another vision appearing in my head, telling me the answers, but instead, I am brought back to the present by a nudge, harsh enough to leave me rubbing my elbow for a moment. “Do you have paper?” The girl behind me whispers loudly, “I really need one, please.”
I had tried my best not to act like I had been irritated, though I truly was, and passed the blank, loose leaf sheet of paper to the person who had sat two seats behind me. Then, I lowered my head, letting it sink underneath my crossed arms that had been situated on the desk, hoping nobody else would bother to interrupt the time I had to myself before I snap.
Shortly, I look into a new montage after drifting back to my daydream. This one seems to be more drastic: there is something I overhear about a ritual called an Equinox Hunt. There, I see myself once again with a tall, vicious looking man who seemed to be the leader of our group. The scene then flashes to a different location: and I see him, trapped among other magical creatures. It made me mad how I hadn’t known or at least came to his aid, but then again, I hadn’t known of his huge secret; at least not yet.
After a few moments, it skips to the ending of the epidemic. Apparently, that same girl is standing in front of him once again, and she lashes out a whip which she cast from afar and secured the helpless dragon in an enclosed, trapped position. She is ready to gain her respect for the Huntsclan, her weapon shot forth and as she was about to eliminate the last of his self-being, she is interrupted by his calling.
“It’s over, dragon! Say goodbye!” She exclaims, nearly proud as this moment approaches.
The boy soon interrupts it by shouting her name with panic now becoming the annoying monkey on his back, “Rose, no!”
A shocked look arises in her face, upon recognizing it, “Wait, what’d you call me?”
“Rose, if you want to say goodbye, say it to my human face,” and from there, his dragon form vanishes and he returns to his regular form. From there, she takes off the mask that covers her face, her expression turning out to be confused.
“...Jake?”
There had been nothing but silence between them for a few minutes, until she heaves a sigh, simply releasing him then running off into the distance once again; just as it had been before they could even experience their first kiss. Even then, though, they now had known that it clearly was too good to be true. The vision then fades after I had seen his face, overcome by sorrow and disappointment, then it is brought to another tear-worthy moment.
This time, he is standing in what looks to be the middle school’s principal’s office, the same saddened look dawning upon his face once again, as if the previous conversation from his friends lightened him up a little, that is, until more news strikes his heart with pure disappointment.
“I'm sorry Jake, but Rose is gone. She transferred out of this school yesterday,” she says, placing a manila folder on her desk which had looked to be my permanent record with the words, transferred in huge, bold, red letters across it.
“Transferred?! Well, where did she go? I mean, I need to get a hold of her!” He tried his best not to sound pushy or apprehensive, but merely failed.
“Well, there's no forwarding address here; nothing. I'm sorry Jake,” she continued to apologize once more, then taking a small picture frame containing a picture of the two of us. She hands it to him, "But she did leave this for you...”
It was then that I couldn’t take this any longer. Fighting back tears, I interrupt my own visit to the past, raising my hand and asking the teacher if I could go to the office to beg my parents to let me walk home and leave school early. Of course, she had allowed me, and I soon stepped out of the building after shortly gaining permission.
The wind had began to pick up from outdoors, I could tell. As I walk down the lane towards my house, the same memories haunt me, as well as new ones creeping into my imaginations slowly. It made me feel horrible how I didn’t know who this boy was and, more importantly, where he could be so I could give him the biggest apology that was long overdue.
Seeing all of this unfolding, I can’t help wonder but another feeling of curiosity. Clearly, this is completely out of the ordinary and unrecognizable as well, but these events I see have all felt so real. This angers and, at the same time, saddens me. I could feel my heart stop moving, as if something had been truly incomplete in it. It now feels as if he was a part of my life in the past, and I had been slowly figuring it out after years of living such a wonderful life.
Shortly, I arrive to my house and my parents welcome me, though they both had known from my phone call from the school’s office and sensed that something within my subconscious had been troubling me. My mother suggests that I clear my thoughts alone in the rooftop of our building.
“Well, at least I remembered you, right?” I whispered softly as I shortly arrived and stood near the railing at the top of the three story complex.
“I’m pretty glad you did...”
I immediately look around, confused and perplexed, hearing a voice that sounds all too familiar. My head turns to the direction behind and he appears from beneath the shadows. I figured it was too good to be true, that is, until he came closer.
I was all too shocked to speak, “But how did you-?”
“I came here to Hong Kong for something important,” he interrupted, “And once I saw you walking down the street, I came looking for you, and here I am. I can’t believe it’s actually you.”
“I can’t either,” I sigh, although with mostly sadness, as I still hadn’t purely known him.
Even then, though, I completely knew he could tell that I felt the way I had been right that moment, and he understood. The boy I’ve been seeing in my dreams is now standing right before me; now this was something I could’ve ever expect.
“I kept wondering what was so important about coming here at first,” he continued, coming even closer to me, “And now I know why.”
“But, I still don’t understand, though. I never remembered having any memories with you whatsoever, yet you’re here and my dreams have been reliving what should be... past events.”
He provided me with no answers, but instead, reached his arms and took me in them. And before I could say or do anything else, another phantasm overcame my mind as the embrace lingered on for what seemed to be hours. And this had been no surprise: it had been us again. But instead, there came montages that seemed to occur just after both of us now had became familiar of each other’s alter-ego; that fateful day that I transferred.
There had been many interesting scenes that came up which fascinated me, especially when it came a moment where we actually ended up sharing a kiss before facing some sort of battle against one another. After I seem to have ‘eliminated him,’ we end up meeting up once again and our time together was short, but only in order for us to be safe once again.
My mind shifts to yet another imagination and I stare blankly ahead at an unfolding event where we on top of a rooftop New York City, once again. A deep voice echoes into my head about something involving thirteen skulls of some sort aligning on the top of the very spot and completely ridding off every magical creature from the face of the planet with just a single wish.
I turn the other way for a moment then look again and the scene has fast-forwarded slightly. I begin to float into the air, after a sacrifice I happened to make: destruction of the Huntsclan. And I had continued to rise, I could then hear him take the skull into his hands. This interested me, and so had myself in that scene, I could tell.
“I wish Rose was never taken by the Huntsclan!” He shouts with all of his might. A bright flash of light appears and then the perspective is switched back to the same scene I first saw earlier this morning whence I had begun to space out in Geometry class. It had been the two of us once again, and we had met nearly the same way it began even when I was still part of the Huntsclan.
This happened to be the scene I had actually come to remember once I saw it. I smile once again, thinking that this wasn’t as bad. But I am misguided, as the divination shifts to the next day. And I see the same aghast, discouraged gaze pasted on his face. Seeing him figure out the news of me moving to Hong Kong, it stung me just as much as he had at the time.
“Rose?” His comforting voice shortly brings me back to the present, “Are you alright...?”
I can’t take it anymore. He glances over to see that tears have begun to flow down my face, staining my cheeks and my eyes turning to a puffy red. He prepares to ask the same previous question, but before he could, my feelings hadn’t allowed him as I continued to make an attempt to speak between muffled sobs. It had taken me a while to respond once again, and silence had sustained, despite the sound of my crying.
“What’s wrong?” He finally asked, apparently hurt seeing my sign of sadness.
“I realized that without you, my life wouldn’t be this wonderful,” I began, “Thanks to you, I’m not drowning in a pool of misery because of being with such a terrible group. I don’t know how I could ever repay you for your kind acts, and you sacrificed the best thing that ever came to your life: our relationship.”
Before responding, I could feel him hold me tighter in our embrace, and there had been that warmth while being in his arms as he did so, “And that’s how much you really mean to me. All I could ever want in the world is for you to be happy; which is why I had made that wish, even if it meant losing everything we had between us. Maybe being without you is killing me inside everyday, but I would rather die than see you unhappy.”
The sentences that came out from him had taken my breath away, and I could do nothing but let out more tears, but not only sadness; mostly happiness, “I knew that there was always something special between us, even if I hadn’t known at the time.”
And for that moment, it felt as if time had stopped, all of humankind had disappeared, and all I could ever see is him; nobody or nothing else to come in between. The silence had sustained, but it felt as if words hadn’t mattered. That was, until I had began to speak again.
“Well, I now know who you are... but then, you still live in the other side of the world, in New York, and after you take care of everything, we won’t see each other anymore,” a look of disappointment dawned upon my face, “I may be no longer dwelling on memories that I never knew were actually true up until now, but now that I know it all, I can’t help but do the best I can to repay you for all you’ve done.”
“Hey, being overseas from each other doesn’t mean that we’re completely gone from our lives, right?” And he had been right, though I felt that he had the answer to everything.
“...I’ll miss you, though,” I added, still clearly saddened.
“Oh, you don’t know the half of it,” he gazed into my eyes once more. We had broken apart from our embrace after the longest time, but hadn’t lost much contact; both of us had been holding hands, “Remember this, though, wherever you go, I’m always with you.”
“I know,” I begin to smile widely as we stared out into the distance, “I love you, Jake...”
“I love you too, Rose, with all of my heart.”
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Well that was a pretty dysfunctional, corny, AND cliche ending, am I not right? Anyway, now that I have this one-shot out of my worries, I can keep playing Super Smash Bros. Brawl. :) Movie night with my "sisterhood" is canceled, so I'm basically home alone for the rest of the evening. I might as well play some more of that and MySims. Me and my Wii are totes best friends. Fasho. ;D
I hope this wasn't so bad. XD And I can't keep this as a for-sure promise, but I could try to get ATN done before spring break, unless I lose my motivation and gain more, uh, apathy. Something like that. We'll see. Don't count on anything exciting, though. I just did this cos I was simply bored and I had nothing else to do. Well okay, I could do something else, but this story came back into my head after listening to a certain song. Well uh, that's all. But before I leave, uh, this was roughly 3300 words, and... um, on the last note, feedback is appreciated, but not obligated. :)
Well that was a pretty dysfunctional, corny, AND cliche ending, am I not right? Anyway, now that I have this one-shot out of my worries, I can keep playing Super Smash Bros. Brawl. :) Movie night with my "sisterhood" is canceled, so I'm basically home alone for the rest of the evening. I might as well play some more of that and MySims. Me and my Wii are totes best friends. Fasho. ;D
I hope this wasn't so bad. XD And I can't keep this as a for-sure promise, but I could try to get ATN done before spring break, unless I lose my motivation and gain more, uh, apathy. Something like that. We'll see. Don't count on anything exciting, though. I just did this cos I was simply bored and I had nothing else to do. Well okay, I could do something else, but this story came back into my head after listening to a certain song. Well uh, that's all. But before I leave, uh, this was roughly 3300 words, and... um, on the last note, feedback is appreciated, but not obligated. :)